I Was Never Fighting Alone

Whitehall hurriedly looked over.

A black shadow flashed across the screen, then vanished.

"So fast!"

Whitehall raised a brow. "Could it be Iron Fist?"

"…Judging by the build, it should be a woman."

Bakshi hesitated, but decided to tell the truth. "Black Sky Elektra. A very frightening woman."

Whitehall nodded.

From a scientific perspective, Iron Fist could also have been a woman.

Modern medicine had long made it possible to change from male to female or female to male with little difficulty. Besides, no one could guarantee that Iron Fist was not a cross-dresser or a femboy.

His subordinates had reported that Iron Fist’s skin was softer than a woman’s…

But considering all the evidence, Elektra was still the more likely possibility.

Because the person appeared to be gripping two slender swords.

Elektra was indeed terrifying, even mad.

As they spoke, the woman silently appeared behind a S.H.I.E.L.D. field team, and then…

She attacked!

None of the field agents were pushovers. Their high-tech equipment allowed them to detect Elektra immediately.

But Elektra was too fast. The agents had no time to react at all.

It took less than fifteen seconds from start to finish. Every agent was wiped out.

"Decisive attacks, highly trained. She rarely uses guns, but she clearly knows them well."

Bakshi was good at seizing every chance to show himself off. "She bears the traces of an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. She must have joined S.H.I.E.L.D. She’s Fury’s secret agent now!"

"I want this woman!" Whitehall’s eyes lit up.

He had absolutely no sexual interest in her, only interest—the interest of dissecting and researching her.

It had taken humanity millions of years to escape the animal nature ruled by primitive urges, yet so many people still wasted their time on reproduction, courtship, and mating. That pained him greatly. He considered it depravity, degeneration.

In his eyes, organs differed only in shape and color. He never associated them with anything else.

This was not the world he wanted, nor was it the humanity he recognized. It had to change.

The records showed that Elektra had mastered "qi," but he had not expected her to be this powerful. Was it because of Black Sky? Had Beast’s power remained within her?

What interested him most was that Elektra looked extremely calm, yet he could sense the madness buried deep in her bones. That was very much like himself.

He had actually always wanted to dissect himself. If he had not feared accidentally killing himself, he would have done it nineteen years ago.

Compared to the Spirit of Vengeance, perhaps Beast suits me better?

Everyone had a "beast" hidden in their heart. Some were controlled by beast, while others controlled beast. That was the essential difference between people.

He was confident he belonged to the latter.

"The other two have appeared!" Bakshi warned.

Whitehall rubbed his neck. He felt colder and more uneasy by the moment. Had something gone wrong with his transplanted organs?

He would need to examine himself thoroughly when he returned.

Three masked figures in uniforms appeared on the screen at once. The other two were clearly Daredevil and Stick.

The three had clear targets and clear directions, as if they had known from the very beginning where the enemy was and how many there were. Their strikes were fast and precise. Once they succeeded, they left without pausing for even a second.

"They say Daredevil’s senses are astonishing. They’re even stronger than the files indicate. Pierce’s men are finished."

Bakshi’s expression was grave. "Doctor, I suggest we launch the Jericho Missiles. The most important locations have already been locked down. The Winter Soldier, the Darkhold, and the Obelisk are likely there. As long as we avoid those locations, there will be no problem."

"Is it really as useful as you say?" Whitehall did not care much for advanced technology and knew little about it.

Bakshi nodded. "Some say that the best weapon is one you will never have to use. Tony Stark, however, said that the best weapon only needs to be used once. He was referring to the Jericho Missile."

"Don’t let its size fool you. It contains Stark Industries’ highest technology, including the best guidance systems and rapid-response technology. Some in the military believe that with Jericho Missiles, they have a trump card capable of securing victory on any battlefield."

"We have people in the military, and they obtained the Jericho Missile’s detailed specifications. These missiles use metallic hydrogen as explosives. Unlike nuclear bombs, they cause no pollution. Though they are less powerful than nuclear bombs, they will not draw international sanctions or resistance. They are also extremely accurate and have a massive area of coverage."

"Although we only transported three here, one is actually enough to cover ten laboratories. The shockwave alone can kill anyone."

"Forget Iron Fist and Ghost Rider not being here. Even if they were, they couldn’t survive such concentrated bombardment!"

Whitehall grunted. "Launch them!"

The launchers rose, carrying three Jericho Missiles.

Though he was confident that one would be enough, Bakshi still ordered them launched simultaneously. They would blanket the area with fire. There could be no mistakes.

Although Ward and several others were still alive, that was unimportant.

An operator prepared to press the button.

Suddenly, he felt someone blow a breath of cold air against his neck.

Every hair on his body stood on end. This was definitely not a naturally cold breeze. The chill did not seem to touch his flesh, but his soul.

A hand grasped his hand.

Gently moving it aside.

"Something this expensive can’t be wasted like that," a voice sounded beside his ear.

The operator wanted to do something, but he did not dare move and could not move. A strange power controlled his body. It felt as if his soul had been cuckolded, and the fear rising from the depths of his heart was indescribable.

Another hand gently rested on his neck.

With a light squeeze.

A crack rang out. His neck twisted to one side, and he entered an eternal sleep.

"Iron Fist! It’s Iron Fist!"

"Damn it, how did he get in? Hurry, kill him!"

"Protect the doctor’s retreat!"

Seeing the slightly chubby figure that had suddenly appeared, Bakshi shouted frantically.

How was this possible?

Everyone who could come here was an elite. How could they fail to notice a single person infiltrating?

And that person had suddenly appeared right before his eyes, as though performing a magic trick.

Could it be…

Were ghosts real in this world?

Was Iron Fist a ghost?

The off-road vehicle started and sped into the distance.

More than a hundred guns turned toward Old Wang at once. Assault rifles and pistols fired together, along with heavy machine guns.

Over a thousand bullets poured toward Old Wang, weaving an impenetrable net through the air.

"He’s dead for sure!" Whitehall let out a breath of relief.

These men were well trained. Not every bullet was aimed directly at Iron Fist. Instead, they completely covered him and the vast area around him.

No matter how fast Iron Fist was, he could not be faster than bullets. There was no way he could evade them.

Every bullet was specially made, and there were even Freeze Guns.

Hopefully, he would not be mangled too badly. It would be best if a whole corpse remained, making dissection easier.

He had never considered the possibility that they might lose this battle. The other side had only one person, while they had hundreds.

Those thoughts flashed through his mind, but what happened next exceeded all his expectations.

Old Wang shook his body and became four people.